Chapter Twenty #2
His cock sprang free—hard, thick, and heavy—throbbing with desire. Then he grabbed her hips and slid her to the edge of the desk.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
Cassidy obeyed by locking her ankles behind his back and opening herself to him.
He didn’t tease her or make her wait. He was completely taken by his lust and thrust into her.
Cassidy closed her eyes and screamed as he filled her, stretching her pussy and filling every inch of her tight canal. The sensation was overwhelming, a feeling of absolute fullness.
“I love feeling how tight you are around me,” Sterling uttered.
He began to thrust, driving into her with deep and powerful strokes. The desk creaked under their weight and papers slid to the floor. He fucked her on top of his business empire, prioritizing her pleasure over his profit.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Cassidy opened her eyes to see his face twisted with pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers.
“I am sealing this deal,” he said with a deep breath. “With you. Inside you.”
He pounded into her in a relentless rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room.
Cassidy clawed at his shoulders, digging her nails into his Brooks Brothers shirt. She met his thrusts grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The sensation was incredible, and she felt the tension building in her belly like a hot, coiling spring.
“Sterling,” she gasped. “I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come on my cock.”
He reached down and rubbed her clit hard with his thumb.
That was it.
Cassidy convulsed in a beautiful vibration of sheer pleasure. Her orgasm hit her like a physical blow, in the best way possible, and she vibrated with euphoria.
Sterling drove into her one last time, straining to insert his shaft as deep as it could possibly go, then he came. She felt him pulsing and the spray of his cum filling her womb in a possessive release.
He didn’t pull out; he stayed deep inside her, letting her feel every aftershock of his climax. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk beside her hips, trapping her as he kissed her neck and licked the sweat that had gathered there.
Sterling began to grind his hips in a slow, circular motion, maximizing the contact between his swollen cock and the sensitive inner walls of her pussy. It felt agonizingly good, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her already ravished body.
He dragged his thumb over her clit again, teasing the swollen nub, making her whimper and arch into him, begging for more even though she was completely spent.
Then he collapsed forward, resting his forehead against hers as his chest heaved.
She wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, holding him like a possession she never wanted to lose. He belonged to her.
They stayed like that for a long time while their breathing slowly returned to normal. The scent of sex and musk filled the office, mingling with the smell of leather and printer ink.
Then, Sterling withdrew and adjusted his clothes, but he didn’t move away. He stayed between her legs with his hands resting on her thighs.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much,” Cassidy whispered with a satisfied smile.
He smiled, and pulled back while Cassidy elegantly slid off the desk and adjusted her flannel shirt that barely covered her naked bottom.
As Cassidy pulled her pants on, Sterling rearranged the papers on his desk. He pulled out a folded map and a small brass key then spread the map on the desk over the wrinkled contracts.
“Look,” he said.
He traced a line with his finger. It encompassed the Silver Creek Ranch, the Hansen place, and the Durant property with the timber ridge.
“It’s all one now,” he said. “One contiguous territory.”
He pointed to a spot on the upper ridge near the tree line marked with a red X.
“That’s the Upper Ridge Gate,” he said. “This key opens it.”
“What’s up there?” Cassidy asked. “There’s nothing but rock and view.”
“Exactly,” Sterling said. “It’s the highest point in the valley. You can see everything from there: the mountains, the creek, the herds.”
He looked at her with a serious expression.
“That’s where we will build the house,” he said.
“The house?” Cassidy asked. “We have a house.”
“Your father’s house,” Sterling said. “I want to build our house—a legacy house made from stone, timber, and glass—something that will last a hundred years.”
He placed the key in her hand and closed her fingers over it. Its weight in her hand felt heavy but good.
“And your father’s house,” Sterling added, “will go to Roger and Gabriel so they can live rent-free. They deserve it after showing their commitment and dedication to you and the land. I’m giving them both significant raises, and you already know I plan to invest in Gabriel’s horse-training venture.
We need good people to run this empire.”
“I want to fill our home,” he continued softly, “with you…us.” He paused and looked deep into her eyes. “And someday…with heirs.”
Cassidy’s heart fluttered.
“Someday, I want children, Cassidy. I dream of having a son to run this land when I’m too old to ride, and a daughter to manage the empire. Or vice versa.”
Cassidy was speechless. He wasn’t just talking about a house. He was talking about a dynasty and a future she had never dared to dream of.
“An empire,” she whispered. She surveyed the new property lines on the map, then looked back up to Sterling, searching deep into his blue eyes.
“Yes,” Sterling said. “Ours.” He kissed her hand.
“What do you say, Ms. West? Are you ready to be the queen of this valley?”
Cassidy looked back down at the map then at the man who had conquered the mountain and saved her soul.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.” She pushed away from the desk.
“But first,” she said with a smile playing on her lips. “I think you need to sign that permit for the well. The cows are thirsty.”
Sterling laughed, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back for one last kiss.
“Negotiated,” he said.